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I speak not of some quivering remnant,
Cast from Eden,
Bloody and heavy flesh,
Throbbing yet in vain.
Not meat served at a crowded table.
Still steaming upon a dirty plate.
For greedy feasters to watch it die,
And in panting hunger to await.
My heart dreams of broken chains,
Oblivious to carnal pains
My heart has no aching pulse
Has no beat, does not repulse.
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Heaven's light sees not flesh
That dies in pools of sticky blood.
Heaven refracts. Delights afresh.
Reveals a glittering flood.
My heart knows not of pain
Or icy rain or snide disdain.
My heart loves and suffers no stain.
Like sea gulls drifting in the breeze,
My heart floats bove the shore.
Above the crashing seas.
Hears only the surf, no more.
Alas. I know not where my heart lies.
I hear only the distant sea gull cries.
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